[Lyric] Fuck The Stereotypes (Insolent Myth/TSBTS)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I fuckin' made it
Many people think I'm faded
Every night, that ain't the case
And I'm extremely overrated (Sike)
All alone, I fuckin' hate it
I get that I am lame and
I am always complaining
But you all up in my face, man
Fuck your placement
I'm adjacent to Jason
I hope you are afraid
Fucking loser, just run away
I'm a menace to society
My pigment is white
I give people anxiety
When everything's fine
I don't know what the fuck's going on in my life
I know that my ancestors did shit that ain't right
But that don't give you reasons to hate me, alright?
Anyway I got off topic, here's some more rhymes
I'm bringing back emo music
And you can't stop me
I love that loud shit
I'll make your ears bleed
You like that mumble rap?
Oh god, seriously?
It's just straight trash
You all disgust me
[Chorus]
Every fuckin' day I just hope you pass away
I hope you bleed out, if you do then hurray
How many times do I gotta say that I ain't gay?
Fuck the stereotypes they're all fuckin' fake
If you don't believe me, take a look at the music
It's not about fuckin' depression, you loser
I ain't over here with a caked up face
Fuck the stereotypes, they're all fuckin' fake

[Verse 2]
I hate this generation
Everybody thinks they're famous
With two hundred views I hate it
Dude, your neighborhood ain't gated
And neither is mine
But I'm still on the grind
It won't take no time
For me to blow, I'll be fine
You must think I'm gay, right?
And that I cut my wrist a lot?
Well, fuck you, I'm not fake
Come over here, get fuckin' clocked
You must think I'm sad, right?
And that I cry at night a lot?
Well fuck you, I'm not fake
Back away or else get clocked
I'm a bad motherfucker always on death row
Got badass knife and I'll fuckin' cut up your throat
I'm a sidekick for Satan, I got the horns of a goat
Don't even look at me, keep your eyes on the road
I'm a fucked up man that you won't understand
Only thing you need to know is that I'm not your friend
Move the fuck along bitch, mind your own business
The only thing you are is just a name on my shit-list
[Chorus]
Every fuckin' day I just hope you pass away
I hope you bleed out, if you do then hurray
How many times do I gotta say that I ain't gay?
Fuck the stereotypes they're all fuckin' fake
If you don't believe me, take a look at the music
It's not about fuckin' depression, you loser
I ain't over here with a caked up face
Fuck the stereotypes, they're all fuckin' fake